Jinx's Fantasy - Pepper Winters Page 0,30

to breathe, and it was all the perfect catalyst.

I screamed as my release ripped me apart.

He snarled as his own orgasm hollowed him out and spurted deep within me.

We thrust and clawed, desperate to be closer even as our bodies were joined with bruises and pain.

We kept fucking as we rode the waves of pleasure. He sank to his knees as he shuddered and spurted inside me. And I sat on his lap as the intensity of the moment switched to incredible bliss at having this man inside me.

I moaned and nuzzled into him. I rubbed against him like a cat marking her territory. I wanted to brand him, tattoo him, bind him to me forever.

“You okay, Eleanor?” he murmured into my ear, his voice raspy and deliciously dark.

“Uh-huh.” I kissed along his neck, inhaling his rich, heady scent even underwater.

“You just attacked me because...?”

“I couldn’t help it.”

He chuckled. “Was it the scales?”

“Definitely the scales.” I raked my hands through his hair, making him shiver and his cock throb inside me. “It’s everything, Sully. You, this, our life together. I’m so, so lucky. And I needed you. Needed to know this is real even while we swim in myth.”

“You’ll always have me.” His smile fell as seriousness lashed around us. “No matter if we’re in Euphoria, our islands, a damn yacht, or even death. You have me.”

I rocked my hips. “You’re making me need you again.”

He smirked. “You’re insatiable.”

“I’m married to you, what did you expect? I live with the sexiest, smartest, most wonderful scientist in the world.”

Kissing the tip of my nose, he murmured, “And I live with a beautiful, bold, brilliantly horny wife who likes to play with me.”

“Take me again.” I licked his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth and biting teasingly. “Show me how much you love me.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He pushed up from the bottom and let the water cradle both of us as he lay on his back. My knees hit the sand as I straddled him.

His eyes turned into heart-breaking blue as he ran his hands over my breasts, up my scaled throat, and dove into my cloud of water-logged hair. “Having you on me, being inside you—that’s my ultimate fantasy, Jinx. You make all my dreams come true.”

Pressing my fingernails into his sculpted chest, I rocked over him. “Let’s never leave.”

He pulled me down, bending me in half until our mouths connected as deeply as our bodies. His tongue entered my mouth as he thrust up, fucking me even while I fucked him. “I think this hallucination will become a favourite of ours.” Letting me go, he pushed me until I sat on top of him again.

His face etched with lust and his eyes blazed with possession as his hands trailed over every inch of my shimmering skin. “Seeing you like this? Wild and free, scaled and sexy...I could live at the bottom of the sea with you forever.”

It was my turn to fold forward and kiss him.

I kissed him as he rolled me onto my back and pinned me to the sand.

He kissed me as he took me.

And the whole ocean heard me scream as he made me his.

Chapter Thirteen

I STOOD NURSING MY coffee, arms on the polished railing, and eyes locked on the dawn spreading pinks and mandarins across the horizon.

Sipping the caffeine, I froze as the first sighting of Tahiti appeared. The unmistakable haze of land, followed by the shimmer of tropical wilderness. Unlike my untouched islands where only those I chose and employed lived within the sanctuary of fronds and beaches, French Polynesia was heavily populated.

The main island of Pape’ete housed over twenty-five thousand people, while the other islands for wealthy tourists on Mo’orea and Bora Bora were so commercial that all their natural beauty was gone.

Sure, they still had waterfalls and manta rays and stunning over-water bungalows, but the wildness had gone. The beauty of no interference from humans had long since faded beneath their commercialism.

Eleanor appeared beside me just as a pod of dolphins splashed from the deep and frolicked in our wake. She smiled, tucking her hair behind her ears and looking highly fuckable in her black mini skirt and peach shirt. She wore more clothes than she had in days, ready to be professional as the owner and CEO of Rapture.

I’d also attempted to be somewhat presentable, trading my board shorts for jeans and a grey polo.

Looking down and watching the silver sleek mammals, she murmured, “They’re dancing.”

“Or lazy.”

“Lazy?” She took my coffee